Benny the Bear had one great purpose in life: finding the most perfectly delicious honey in the whole wide forest.
He had tried honey from the birch trees — too twiggy. Honey from the meadow flowers — too tickly. Honey from near the river — too splashy. He fell in.
One morning, Benny sniffed a scent so magnificent that his nose practically danced off his face. He followed it over the hill, through the berry patch, past the grumpy badger (sorry, Gerald), and all the way to the very top of the tallest tree in the forest.
There, wedged between two enormous branches, was the most golden, most glorious beehive Benny had ever seen.
He climbed. He stretched. He wobbled tremendously.
And just as his paw touched the honeycomb — SNAP.
Benny landed bottom-first in a pile of leaves. The honey fell with him, covering him head to paw in golden, sticky, absolutely magnificent honey.
Benny licked his paw.
Then his nose.
Then his left ear.
This, he decided, was the greatest honey he had ever tasted.
He lay there in the leaves, sticky and golden and completely satisfied.
Sometimes, the best things in life fall right on top of you.